Burning Heaven

"One night 50 years ago, Wutong Town was ransacked by robbers, who robbed the town of money and swords. Those robbers were god-killing demons. They killed strong men and robbed women. My mother and I panicked. Hiding in the haystacks, all the strong men in the town gathered together, ready to resist the robbers with knives, and my father was among them."

Deacon Li took a deep breath, and said:

"I just turned 10 years old that year, and I was still an ignorant teenager. My mother and I hid in the haystack and dared not talk, but later I heard my father's screams. At that time, I didn't know Where did I get the courage from, I rushed out to find my father, my mother hurriedly chased after me, but, I didn't realize until I got there, I found out that my father had..."

Deacon Li began to sob at this moment, but then said:

"My father was lying in a pool of blood, staring at the sky with regret, and those robbers were beasts, they even killed my mother in front of me, laughing wildly like watching a play, I was crazy at that time I pulled out the long sword from my father's belly and stabbed madly at the bandit leader riding on horseback. However, he was kicked by the beasts and broke his bones, lying on the ground dying. But I am not reconciled. Such a death, but just when the group of beasts were about to give me a fatal knife, a change happened. A black-haired middle-aged man in a Taoist robe descended from the sky and killed the group of demons. However, he was killed by the bandit The leader ran away, and I passed out afterwards."

When Deacon Li said this, he suddenly stopped, and wiped away his tears with his wrinkled hands.

"Grandpa Li, who is that black-haired middle-aged man who descended from the sky?" Lin Mofeng's eye circles turned red at this time, he did not expect that Deacon Li's background was so miserable.

Deacon Li was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and then said:

"He is the second generation sect master of Tianji Sect, Qian Yuan."

After hearing this, Lin Mofeng said in surprise: "He is, that is, the fairy demon Qianyuan who used the ancient secret method to open the demon suppressing pot, released tens of millions of demons, and beheaded many disciples of the Sanqing sect?"

Lin Mofeng's thinking was a little confused at this time, because since he was a child, he had heard the elder say that Qian Yuan was a scum with a long history in the cultivation world, and a sinner that the Sanqing sect would never forgive.

The hunchbacked old man didn't answer Lin Mofeng's question, but just said:

"After I woke up, I found myself lying in the gate of secrets, and Qianyuan personally healed my wounds. After a few months, I entered the gate of secrets, and I vowed to practice hard in the future, for my My parents took revenge. However, after I was recruited into the sect, I did not practice immortality. Instead, I was assigned to be a boy of the Jingmen. I did endless chores every day, including cleaning the altar. After another 10 years, due to my I really can't bear this kind of life, I want to take revenge, I must take revenge, but no matter how much I beg, Qianyuan still refuses to teach me the magic of immortality, so I left in a fit of anger."

"You just went to the Sanqing faction?" Lin Mofeng said in shock, he never expected that Deacon Li would become a taboo in the Daoist sect and betray the sect...

"I came to the Sanqing Sect alone, which happened to be the five-yearly acceptance ceremony of the Sanqing Sect. With an extremely tenacious state of mind, I passed the test of Guanyuan Dao, and it was logical to worship the spirit of the Taiqing Sect. However, a few months later, a sentence from Master Lingbo made me instantly understand why Qianyuan refused to teach me the immortal method at the beginning, hey, because, because I was born with a body with no veins. "

Deacon Li looked up to the sky with his red eyes, and his deep eyes were filled with endless sadness.

"No, it's impossible, Deacon Li, since you have a body with no veins, why do you still have a cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation establishment?" Lin Mofeng asked in surprise.

After hearing this, Deacon Li looked at Lin Mofeng who was full of doubts, and said:

"After I learned that I was born with a body with no veins, I was about to commit suicide by jumping away, but was stopped by the elder Taishang, who gave me a Yin-Yang Returning Yuan Pill, and asked me to choose, Yin-Yang Returning Yuan Dan is a strange pill refined by Guigu's old way. The cathode must be yang, and the anode must be yin. After taking this pill, even a body with no pulse can instantly increase its cultivation. The reason will also slowly retreat until it disappears, and, on the day when my cultivation completely disappears, I will be tortured by the backlash of the medicine until I return with a smile on my face..." Li Ye said with a smile.

"What? Grandpa Li, you, you, you..." Lin Mofeng was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Boy, only you know this secret, remember not to mention it to anyone in the future," Deacon Li said forcefully.

"Grandpa Li, don't you, aren't you afraid of death?" Lin Mofeng said tremblingly.

Deacon Li Yangtian laughed out loud after hearing this, and said:

"Hahaha, why is life so short? You can do it rashly. Don't let yourself regret it. Wouldn't it be nice? God has treated me well, Li Ye, and given me the honor to take revenge and meet Cuilan, but Kid, do you know? I, Li Ye, have regretted one thing in my life, and that is betraying Tianjimen."

Deacon Li suddenly turned his head to look at the octagonal attic in the rear, and saw the big plaque of the Tianji Gate half-hanging in the air, constantly swaying in the wind. Deacon Li's eyes were red, and he knelt down on the spot, crying loudly:

"Master, it's my disciple who blamed you wrongly, my disciple is really wrong, my disciple really has no face to go to see you under the Nine Springs, woo~woo~~~~~~"

The past is like smoke, looking back at dusk, the candle is extinguished and the lamp is extinguished, and it will eventually disappear.

Perhaps, what Deacon Li said was right, touched the young man's heart, and made Lin Mofeng stand motionless in place for a long time.

If you have no regrets in this life, even if you kill all the people in the world: what's the problem if your heart becomes a demon? …………

Two days later.

Taiqing Pavilion.

In the Taiqing Pavilion of the Taiqing Sect, Master Lingbo stood on the platform, pointed to Wang Xiaohu who was kneeling on the ground, his clothes were dirty and tattered, and his hair was fluffy, and said:

"Wang Xiaohu, you are such a bastard. I asked you to go to the back mountain to practice swords with your senior brother and others. You actually went to catch pheasants secretly, and fell down the hillside by yourself. I won't say you, but you actually gave me the sword I gave you!" ——The thick dragon is also lost, you, you, you, it's just, it's just..." Headmaster Lingbo was angrily pointing at Wang Xiaohu's trembling hands, speechless.

"Master, I thought that if I could catch it, we would be able to drink pheasant soup tonight, but I didn't expect that pheasant to be so cunning. Also, Master, you are partial, and you gave it to the elder brother Their swords are powerful and beautiful, and the thick dragon sword given to me doesn't even have a scabbard."

Wang Xiaohu looked at Headmaster Lingbo with a very complaining expression, and seemed to be holding his breath.

"Wang Xiaohu, I'm ashamed to talk about the gift of swords. Think about it for yourself. You have been in Taiqingjiao for eight years. In eight years, you have forcibly reached the middle stage of Jindan, and the "Six Ding Qingyuan Sword Art" is still at the first level. Who else in the Sanqing Sect has a lower level of cultivation than you, Wang Xiaohu? Even your younger brother who joined the sect three years ago is almost catching up with you. Besides, you often go to the cafeteria to steal food secretly in the middle of the night. I thought I ran into a ghost, hum, I really don’t know how you passed the way of Guanyuan.”

Master Lingbo stomped his feet angrily, and his chest kept rising and falling.

With a "whoosh", at this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the attic:

"Headmaster Lingbo, Lin Mofeng, a disciple of Zhenyao Pavilion, is asking to see him."